His Demons (PaperHat Mpreg)

~Chapter 21~

Warning: there will be very detailed writing of gore in this chapter. Just a heads up. Okay carry on :3

BlackHats P.o.V

About three weeks had gone by and as quiet as it was in the mansion, I couldn't shake this strange feeling I had. I was just paranoid, and my gut was telling me to be on high alert. I didn't know if it was a good or bad feeling, but I for sure knew that something big was coming.

I tried to brush it off multiple times, but it just put me on edge I guess.

I skimmed through some new documents I just got, not bothering to really read them. There was something about a new villain in the community, supposed to be a big hot-shot or whatever. Of course this was big news, and gives for a great opportunity to get an actually successful villain to make BlackHat corporations look good. Any other day, this news would have made me feel great. But today just wasn't it.

I sat in my office, my finger tapping the desk in a very rhythmic pattern as the ticking of the clock ate away at my mind every passing second. I skimmed through some new documents I just got, not bothering to really read them. I groaned, banging my head on my desk and wishing whatever this feeling was it would just be over with already.

"Hi daddy," I heard suddenly. I jumped slightly, letting out a small startled yell before I looked up and seen Damien sitting on my desk. He giggled slightly and I chuckled.

"Hey Damien. What are you doing in here?" I asked him curiously. He sat criss cross on my desk, his red eyes traveling to the wood of the desk as he let out a dragged out sigh.

The more he grew, the more I seen both myself and Flug in him. He was such a smart boy, and developed a love for drawing, just like Flug. But he still had a charismatic attitude and love for music just like me. His sense of style he developed all on his own though he dressed kind of formal, but kind of not at the same time. It was just what he liked. Like how he preferred to keep his black curls slicked back as best as he could when he wore the hat I had gotten him. He was really something great.

"Just practicing my teleportation again. I'm getting the hang of my other powers too," he said, pulling me out of my trance. I looked up to see the boy grinning before me, clearly giddy of his new found abilities. I chuckled slightly, leaning forward in interest.

"Have you tried to go into your demon form yet?" I asked, a smirk resting on my lips. He rubbed the back of his neck and his smile faltered for a moment.

"Yes, but I haven't been able to get it to work," he said sheepishly. I chuckled and ruffled his hair a bit.

"Sometimes there's just something that's gotta trigger it. You'll figure it out," I said, leaning back in my chair. He grinned to himself for a moment before it looked like he remembered something and he looked back up at me.

"Uhm, dad, have you talked to mom lately?" he asked me, tilting his head a little bit.

"Uh, not since this morning. Why, is something wrong?" I asked, my stomach turning a little bit. The edge was coming back and it was not nice. I tried to keep my composure in front of my son, and it did make me feel a bit more eased to see he didn't seem too worried about anything.

"No, its not that, its just....I don't know. I feel weird around him. For about a week now I just get around him and it's just....different. I just thought I'd ask if you might I don't know...feel it too. I thought maybe it was a demon thing or something." He looked down, his freckled cheeks dusting pink as I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Now that I think about it, I haven't been giving Flug nearly as much attention as usual since I've been on such edge. Even if there was a type of feeling surrounding Flug, I probably wouldn't have noticed.